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Body Prison

Posted in writing-blogging with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on 05/31/2018 by Alvin Pinkney

We all running the race in the body of prison.

Blowing up buildings won’t do any justice. Wild is plucked from war torn land. Searching to find peace in the land of boiling pot that perceive one as terrorist.

Welp, I’m neither black nor white. What race am I that caused the genetic defect I’m in? What sin that led me to become the testimony of collective confusion?

I don’t know what’s wrong. Am I to blame for the past sins of my ancestors? Something is precious, stolen and tampered to forge split identity.

Grew up from environmental factors that I’m allergic to. Oh I mean the ills to the circumstances where I’m not immune to. Better to fast with fruits and vegetables to consume into.

Don’t want to be told and sell short by idiots. Authorities tell me what to do. Even the fake whom are not to be entrusted to the healing of Yin. Heck, I don’t know who’s the real yang.

It’s deeper than where its actually at to uphold the gifts of war and unleash when the time to kiss the dragon. Who’s the Master? Several wishes shall be granted.

Demonized for being the harbinger of the mark that align with the universal principles and frequencies that spoke the living word of matter to existence.

Ashamed to see why I cover under the sheets of dirt and cower among the shadows that appeal to the pleasure principle. Full of guilt trips to swallow the pain away because happiness is fleeting.

Some say it’s the birthmark to another side of universe pouring out stardust in the speed of light. It’s nothing but a canvas in the body of prison.

Colossal Urban Sin

Posted in writing-blogging with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on 05/04/2018 by Alvin Pinkney

Colossal skyscrapers of sin in neon lights as Virgo Amethyst searched the city with wonder.

People going merrily on their business with some covert agenda under their skin.

It’s night through the windows. Actions are yet to appeal the pleasure principle.

None wouldn’t fast from doom. The show must go on as if the one had the last laugh too soon.

Black Snake Moan

Posted in writing-blogging with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on 12/22/2016 by Alvin Pinkney

I turned on Netflix to watch a movie out of boredom and something came across my mind when this title of Black Snake Moan appeared on the front of the smart tv screen. Behold was the movie called Black Snake Moan, created in 2007. I have been wanting to watch it because of Samuel Jackson was known to be a bad MFing actor no different than Denzel Washington. I finally had the chance to. Along with the Shaft where he used to role in, Black Snake Moan has captured my interest with twisted props in the movie. I mean the setting was in the south where I live in, not to far from the culture where I’m aware of and usually participate in zydeco and blues. This movie shows just that because of the deep roots of my nature. I can be a bad MFer to the bone with gold shugs in the mouth, pimping and slanging foul accent. Also, Christina Ricci was fantastic, sizzling hot in the movie. I used to idolize Wednesday in Addams Family, a dark and serious personality that link close to mine. Just great combo of Samuel and Ricci in my favorites! Based on the movie reviews, I don’t see an immense success because there was racial tension that blacks are envied because of they are true originators of soul and likely to get white women, ya know. You can get the understanding of a black man in the like of Samuel Jackson known as Stagger Lee in the movie with gold shugs in the south isn’t seem bad as what blacks are portrayed to be, a-no-good-low-life-having-trouble-maker-civilians. Stagger Lee was a good civilian living quietly in the backwoods of his home after the break up of a long relationship with his black wife of his similar nature. The wife was bored of his ways and cheated on him. Somehow the relationship went wrong when someone of his family close to him stole and defiled who is precious to him. That’s when Ricci in the role of wandering harlot around town came cross coping with her sickness of sleeping around as her boyfriend was gone to the army. The only way she could be faithful with her sickness is to be with him into battling her harlot ways by bringing out her true feminine nature of nurturing her boyfriend, Ronnie, who has a severe anxiety problem. While the boyfriend was gone to the army, Ricci was busy being the harlot, got beaten badly in the face and left in the deep country road to be found by Stagger Lee and carried into his house.

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By his loneliness through the breakup, thought he would nurture her back to health just being a good civilian. That’s when he knew there was a devilish presence around her. It was so funny when he ran out the house with the bible in his hand then later tied her up in chains! The moral of this movie is you have to go through with your life no matter what life throws at you, good or bad. As you sense the bad, don’t just flee from it unless is not too big to bear. However, you do good to others and you will reap greater good after the battle. That’s what Stagger Lee did in the movie by coping and battling his way through with blues, the music of the soul by a trusty harmless weapon, a guitar. You could get the idea of BB king and Louis Armstrong reflected from him. Black snake all in my room sung in the scene show that there is sin prevalent in heart, you can’t just simply get rid of it but just to be friends to it or either tame it for a better outcome.


You could get tempted by sin and easily get astray by it. That’s not easy in the midst of the testing storm. You can either be perished by sin or live with self-perseverance and discipline under Gods umbrella. It’s the matter of deeds. That’s a reason for sin to exist. Nothing bad about sin unless you keep your distance and think you can deal with inner demons by acknowledging and feeling God’s presence in the midst of sin. I don’t look deeply into sin and condemn as bad. I see God’s blueprint of recruiting of saints as gold tried in the fire. Sin and temptation are God’s instrument of discipline and self-perseverance.

1 Corinthians 10:13 “No temptation has overtaken you that is not common to man. God is faithful, and he will not let you be tempted beyond your ability, but with the temptation he will also provide the way of escape, that you may be able to endure it.

What happens if Stagger Lee fell into Ricci charms of seduction to get him stumble in her harlot ways? He wouldn’t be rewarded a virtuous wife he was yearning for at the end of the movie, another sweet, caring black woman who work in the pharmacy. He prevailed through temptation and played his blues, black snake all in my room, while Rucci was locked upon his knee to battle the spiritual demon got hold upon them whose sole purpose to perish them. Talk about a victorious battle of blues and awe-inspiring realness!

Samuel L. Jackson – Black Snake Moan from sezer aslan on Vimeo.